Yesterday sitting outside while Megan rides past me her bikeMegan says : "Lets pretend...you're special....".Me : *shocked* "I am special, Megan!"Man, she cut me real deep. What she really meant was "lets pretend you can do magic".
Why do we have to pretend?
I perform magic everday, my girl.
I make things appear, I juggle five things at once, I multi-task with great dexterity, I cook 30 minute brownies in 20 minutes, I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket, I work for six bosses, I can do handstands up against the wall, I negotiate, I plan, I organise, I prepare, I pacify, I support, I mediate. I can captivate you with my verbal diarrhea.
But I am not special in my child's eyes.
*sigh*
Why do we have to pretend? 
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